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Once when there was sun and no rain
I decided to lean out of the train
Surprisingly, I was the only one to lean
And I thought must be as a respect for a teen
As the train started I began to hum a song
But I felt people were looking at me as if something was wrong
So I changed my stance
And for no reason at the door gave a glance
But again on me I felt those eyes land
So this time I changed the position of my hand
The next time I adjusted my collar
To make them feel that I wasn’t a hooligan but a scholar
Then with my hands I combed my hair
And wiped off the perspiration to look fair
But even then in me I thought they found something amiss
But what was that I couldn’t guess
Just then I felt I heard a chuckling noise
So this time I decided to search for the mistake in their eyes
When one by one I looked at them
I learnt that with me my mind had played a game
(written ~ '96)
I decided to lean out of the train
Surprisingly, I was the only one to lean
And I thought must be as a respect for a teen
As the train started I began to hum a song
But I felt people were looking at me as if something was wrong
So I changed my stance
And for no reason at the door gave a glance
But again on me I felt those eyes land
So this time I changed the position of my hand
The next time I adjusted my collar
To make them feel that I wasn’t a hooligan but a scholar
Then with my hands I combed my hair
And wiped off the perspiration to look fair
But even then in me I thought they found something amiss
But what was that I couldn’t guess
Just then I felt I heard a chuckling noise
So this time I decided to search for the mistake in their eyes
When one by one I looked at them
I learnt that with me my mind had played a game
(written ~ '96)
posted by chega at 2:20 am
4 Comments:
Wah Saswat!! Very well said!! However, I doubt whether I had the same thing to convey when I wrote this poem a about decade back :)
chegha, u have portrayed my feelings while travelling on the local trains (not referring to the gay experiences..lol)
SOmehow, i still think that u had a lot more grey matter in those halcyon days
Guess I only had the time to express in words what everyone else anyways felt
I think 2 are already in line & many more to join to feel the same trauma, which was once experienced by a poor guy...& viciously given by Meghababa in his childhood.
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